Poem From A Hospital Room

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Last week, my sister was diagnosed with Non-Hodgkins Lymphoma. This week, after a whirlwind of doctor's appointments, scans and biopsies, and trips to the ER, I find myself spending the long weekend in a hospital two hours away from home while she receives her first treatment of chemo. This poem doesn't tackle the feeling of having your best friend suddenly diagnosed with cancer. I haven't wrapped my mind around that yet. This is only the smallest piece of the puzzle that I felt able to describe; our day-to-day lives.

Submitted: May 25, 2014

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Submitted: May 25, 2014



All the songs make sense

Either I'm in love or we're falling apart

The first would be unthought of


There's no time for love in a hospital room

Pain meds, neight sweats, injections and halucigens

We've deiscovered the art of


Fast packing and keeping our shoes on

Up all night and sleeping all day

We're exhausted from sitting


No glamor in cancer

Nothing noble in throwing up from therapy

Not like a movie at all


There's people telling all day long

How they're hoping and praying and thinking of us

Telling us we'll be ok, we're strong


You don't know

Don't know what this means

We don't either


"We'll fight this battle together"

There's not fighting, just surviving

No noble choices and sacrifices


Just day in and out

Living on the edge of the wolrd

This is when you know what matters



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